The nights pass slowly, but they pass:
The days are paper-thin. Life goes on much as usual: Some games I lose, some I win. Sometimes I feel that I’m sleepwalking Through the streets of this grey city, But then, it’s only been a month or two. It’s not the first time that I’ve coasted Through the routine chores of living And I’ll make it this time too After you…
A version recorded live for a CoastFM Live Lounge session. Words and music (such as it is) by me. A few rough patches but the guitar is mostly in good shape: I’m really going to have to record this properly one day.
Backup:
I’ve got me a golden needle to help me tie my threads
I’ve got a bottle for my baby and a blanket for my head
So lay down, lay down mama, lay down and let me be
Somehow I feel like old cold turkey has his claws in me
If I had a silver dollar like I had one thin dime
You know I’d clip that turkey’s wings with another shot of turpentine
And if I had me a roll as thick as my right leg
You know I’d fly back up up country like a snowbird to its nest
I’m going back right now, back to my daddy’s farm
If I can find me a rag to bind up my right arm
Soul food when I’m hungry, white lightning when I’m dry
And maybe I’ll get to feeling better by and by
So lay down mama, lay down and let me be
Somehow I feel like old cold turkey has its claws in me
Another song I’ve written several times: basically, I wanted to do something based on the Cocaine Blues/Honey Take a Whiff on Me theme. Eventually this version popped out as a (more or less) eight bar blues around 1976.
David Harley Words & Music 
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